Bing Nandong fondly stroked the petals of the flower, then turned and went back to his room: "The night is long and cool, Master, please go back and rest early."
Is that the end? Fan Zhiyi had expected Bing Nandong to tell him something else, or perhaps to press him with the same old question to try and trick him into confessing. He hadn't expected it to be over so quickly. The lights in the house across the street went out, and he lowered his head to stare at the white flowers for a long moment before leaving.
But Fan Zhiyi didn't notice that the windows of the house opposite were not closed. Bing Nandong almost merged into the darkness, standing in front of the window looking at him, just looking.
For the past three days, there had been no news from Cen Jun, and the Tianyun Sect hadn't made any moves. Bing Nandong had returned the next day after their separation in the courtyard that night, and hadn't left the snowy mountains since then, nor had he spoken much to Fan Zhiyi. After his eyes healed, he could manage his own meals. Fan Zhiyi occasionally offered to help, but Bing Nandong refused.
Based on his past understanding of Bing Nandong, Fan Zhiyi had ample reason to suspect that Bing Nandong was sulking. Never mind, it was actually fine to leave it this way for now; after all, Fan Zhiyi hadn't figured out some things yet.
But after three days, Fan Zhiyi could no longer sit still. He stood at the door and looked for a long time, then went to the foot of the snow-capped mountain to wait, but he still did not see Cen Jun.
Fan Zhiyi saw Cen Jun's whereabouts clearly in his mind during the past three days, but since yesterday, he had been staying in one place without moving.
In fact, he had been worried since yesterday, but thinking about the agreement with Cen Jun, Cen Jun must have his own things to do and didn't want to be disturbed by them, so Fan Zhiyi endured it until this morning.
"Master, if Mr. Cen hasn't returned by noon, go look for him." Bing Nandong walked down the mountain slowly and said to Fan Zhiyi.
Fan Zhiyi nodded, he also had the same idea: "Have you ever received the message from Mr. Cen?"
"I received it the next day, saying everything was fine." Bing Nandong said lightly.
After noon, Cen Jun still hadn't returned, and Fan Zhiyi's messages fell on deaf ears. He sighed. They had initially chosen not to take direct action, hoping to avoid further conflict. Now, it seemed that the Tianyun Sect's superficial facade was bound to be torn apart.
Fan Zhiyi glanced at Bing Nandong and asked him to pack up and follow him to find Cen Jun. Bing Nandong followed him without saying a word and did not ask why Fan Zhiyi knew Cen Jun's whereabouts.
His disciple sometimes always focuses on the wrong things.
The closer they got to Cen Jun's position, the more unusual things seemed to be. There were actually disciples guarding nearby, so a fight was inevitable. Fan Zhiyi protected Bing Nandong behind him and said, "I'll deal with them later. Don't let the people from Tianyun Sect discover the ghost energy on you."
Bing Nandong drew his sword, and before he could even say anything, the sword wind arrived. His movements were so quick and decisive that even Fan Zhiyi could sense a hint of revenge.
Bing Nandong grasped the sword and walked forward: "Master, your hands are inconvenient, I will lead the way." After saying that, he directly split the door open with a sword.
Fan Zhiyi couldn't understand why Cen Jun was here. Could he have been kidnapped?
The further they went in, the more guarding disciples and mechanisms there were, but it didn't take them too long to find the room where Cen Jun was.
This was an ice room. After Bing Nandong kicked open the door, he saw Cen Jun kneeling in front of an ice coffin.
Cen Jun was not surprised at the appearance of the two of them. His eyes were red and bloodshot, and he looked extremely haggard and tired. He slowly turned his head to look at Bing Nandong: "Senior brother, did you know that my brother is dead?" What kind of look was that? It was filled with bottomless resentment and grief.
Cen Jun’s brother, “Fan Zhiyi” is dead?
Fan Zhiyi subconsciously looked at the ice coffin, but because of the angle of view, he couldn't see clearly. He could only see that there was a person lying in the ice coffin.
Bing Nandong's voice remained calm: "I don't know." Then his eyes fixed on the bowl of medicine beside Cen Jun, "Have you drunk it?"
Cen Jun didn't say anything, tears instantly filling his eyes, and large teardrops rolled down his face. He looked at the ice coffin, picked up the sword that had been lying on the ground, and stood up. "Master, Brother, did you get the antidote?"
Cen Jun's condition wasn't right. Fan Zhiyi didn't know what he had been through in the past three days. "Hmm."
"Then let's leave quickly." Cen Jun flipped the sword and overturned the bowl of medicine that had been cold for who knows how long. The thick black medicine spilled on the icy ground, emitting a fishy and bitter smell.
Cen Jun looked at the person in the ice coffin, gritted his teeth and tried to chop the ice cover, but he could only leave insignificant marks on the ice.
Seeing this, Fan Zhiyi took a step forward, but Bing Nandong was faster than him. Spiritual energy swirled through his fingertips, and as his hand gestures changed, a magic circle enveloped the ice coffin. Bing Nandong said, "It's been cast by someone, and it's a bit difficult to break it."
Fan Zhiyi keenly sensed the movement outside: "The Tianyun Sect is chasing us. I'm going to hold them back. How long will it take you?"
"One stick of incense." Bingnan Dong said.
Cen Jun wiped away his tears and tried his best to hide his grief deep in his heart so that he would not be held back. "Master, I am with you."
Fan Zhiyi quickly surveyed the ice room, feeling reassured only after confirming that the only exit was the one he and Bing Nandong had entered. His and Cen Jun's mission now was to secure the ice room and wait for Bing Nandong to open the ice coffin and take away Cen Jun's brother's body.
However, there were too many people here. Fan Zhiyi walked out of the corridor of the ice room and saw the daylight. He initially estimated that there were at least a hundred people from Tianyun Sect, and there were more than twenty people with high cultivation levels standing on swords in the air.
Tsk, that's a bit tricky.
They were surrounded. This was all a conspiracy. Tianyun Sect had anticipated that Bing Nandong and himself would come looking for Cen Jun, so they had prepared for all of this long ago. From the beginning, the Sect Leader had never trusted Fan Zhiyi to truly align with them. However, Fan Zhiyi had never imagined that someone as cunning as the Sect Leader would truly believe the drama he and Bing Nandong had rehearsed. Fan Zhiyi was most worried that the antidote had been tampered with, even though Bing Nandong had said it was fine.
As the saying goes, one must always be on guard against others, and one must be even more cautious when it comes to people like the Tianyun Sect.
At this tense moment, Murong Xiao was gathered out, and his disciples stood on both sides to leave an aisle for him.
Murong Xiao's smile was so smug that Fan Zhiyi was itching to punch him. "Immortal Venerable, it's been a long time since we last met. I didn't expect this to happen. Originally, if you had just helped Bing Nandong improve his cultivation and not interfered, Tianyun Sect would have been willing to treat you with courtesy. But you actually brought Bing Nandong with you to destroy our Tianyun Sect's blessed cave and injured so many of our disciples. You should at least give me a reason, right?"
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